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The Addon Arena

By: DanteofSparda



Alright. So this one is out of the blue. I got messed up over the weekend at a friend's house, logged on to my computer, and realized I had written about 8 pages of this. It was rough and repetitive, still kinda is, but the concept was there. It was funny and a little dark as well as absolutely ridiculous. So, Disclaimers. Got some nonconsent, dick on chick, nonconsent themes, nonsensical world setting, stupid announcers and proportions in all aspects that are... not even. Take all of this with a few grains of salt.

This was also the most fun I had writing a side story. I think...this started as practice for sex scenes? If so it spiraled out of control. Regardless, I would love feedback as to flow, clarity visuals, and any repetitiveness that I couldn't remove. This ones gonna get pretty interesting in later chapters I think.

*****

Miranda Poundsworth had fucked up. She knew it and they knew it. Her suit had run out of juice, which meant she was just a chick versus several ogres. It had started out so well, too. She had gotten the call form home, kissed her girlfriend goodbye, the kiss turned into them fingering each other, and she got to roll call twenty minutes late.

She belonged to the Anti Sex Slave Ring Platoon. A highly trained band of ex PMC and military ladies that used their powered plugsuits to take out any and all underground sex rings. They all operated solo and had no contract that required you to show up, so it seemed like a great job choice after Miranda got out of the military at twenty. Dishonorably discharged. Molested her female CO is what the report says. Two consenting adults and one liar is what she says. Command knew which is why she was free and even got a recommendation for this squad. In the two years in ASSRP, she had a long list of achievements from corrupt politicians detained to Mafia slave trades shut down.

Anyway, at roll call (or pick your bounty time) Miranda managed to snag a nice 200,000 cred job. A simple smash and grab for some intel. Guarded by ogres, massive demihumans in two regards, and unable to be blown up. Seemed easy.

Nothing seemed wrong her suit room as she checked all her suit sensors. Putting on the skintight latex undersuit was a hassle as always. Her hips were too wide, her ass filled it to the brink, and she had to really tuck her E cups into it. Then she had to undo it to finger herself until her clit stopped showing through the suit and put it back on.

She gently rubbed the suit just a few inches below the belly button. Right there was a little tattoo that she had gotten in college. She never could remember why or where, but she knows that ever since she had this her libido and endurance were ridiculously high. Even her lovers had asked over the years what it was after the two hours it took to be satisfied. She never had an answer for them. Focusing on the task at hand, Pilot Poundsworth checked her suit charge and weapons then set off.

The crash part of it worked fine. She willed it, and her suit constructed a grenade launcher as she stood atop the apartments opposite the warehouse. Jumping almost a hundred meters out, she unloaded the six round drum on her way down, two of which were tear gas. She never wore a helmet because it messed up her textured dark red hair and because it matched the crimson plugsuit. To make for that, a clear, light constructed face mask filtered the air as she searched for targets.

Tear gas may be devastating to humans, but ogres are tougher in many ways including lung strength. A small cough was the only warning Miranda had before the massive fist collided with her kidney, sending her through one of the shipping containers. The suit made it so the damage was almost non-existant, but it still smarted. This is where things went south. See the container was full of illegal suit batteries and siphon tanks. She must have turned one on, because her suit battery started plummetting. Before she could react, the ogres pal caught her with an uppercut to the gut, which would have been fatal, but the suits power was too low to reduce it entirely. She crumpled on the ten foot tall idiot's fist.

When Miranda awoke, she knew she had gone down shit creek and was sinking fast. Her suit was now completely dry which made it incredibly hard to move in, which made any hope of getting out of the binds impossible. The cold touch of steel on her neck told her what kind of table she was spread eagle on and the sterile whiteness of the room told her what her captors meant to do. She started to struggle immediately, but no matter how hard she threw her weight nothing budged.

A whirring noise of a machine starting up rose up followed by the table smoothly moving. Soon , various scanners and testers passed overhead. Gauging from the array they had, this was a full physical checkup. Given how many of those machines were focussing on her assets, she tried struggling again. Finally the machine noises stopped. A sharp prick in the back of her neck was the last thing Miranda felt before fading back to unconsiousness.

'Oh my fucking head! I feel like I tried to headbutt a jackhammer. And why does my throat taste like olive oil?' Her eyelids slowly cracked open in the blinding light. A monitor buzzed to alert that Miranda was consious and some heels started clacking across the tiles towards her. A blonde haired women came into view in a lab coat. Miranda could have sworn she had seen her before.

"Hello Ms. Poundsworth. I imagine you can almost recall who I am." The arrogant british accent immediately brought a name to mind. Her first arrestee.

"Olivia Honeyslit. Surprised you still have a job after the fumble you made. Cost your gang a lot of creds." The pilot smirked at her former target.

"Oh the case you stole was quite important. I got put into the Addon Arena after that, you know." A mock hurt look played across her face.

"So the rumors were true. There is a place like that. I hope it sucked, bitch." She spat out the words, but raised an eyebrow at the smile that grew on Olivia's face.

"Oh it did. I had to work quite hard o get out of it, but not before I lost a few times. You see, when you fail in the arena, the victor is allowed to select a modification for the loser. It can add up rather quickly to be a signifigant disadvantage. It's hard to explain so," the smile turned sinister as she spoke, "I SIGNED YOU UP!"

The laughter she held in echoed maniacly in the large medical room. Miranda seemed dazed by the news herself. She had heard of the rumors for the place. Even hardened criminals were broken by the arenas, and the Addon Arena was supposed to be on another level.

"What do you mean you signed me up?" She spoke in a quiet voice, almost drowned out by the laughter. Olivia finally curbed her laughter and wiped a tear from her eye.

"I mean you are set for the meat grinder and you will not be coming back. Not did I sign you up, but I even got them to change the rules just for you. You have made quite a name for yourself since I went away and quite the list of enemies. Normally they keep these really hush hush to keep from being caught, but they told every boss you messed with, every criminal and professional you ruined, and every dirty comrade you turned in that you will be in there."

Miranda lay there with a blank stare as the immensity of the trouble she was in dawned on her. Shaking her head, she put her game face back on.

"I don't give a shit who knows. I put them away once and i'll do it again. Besides I know some people who came out of the arenas before. I'll just kick ass until I'm out."

"Oh, but it won't be that simple. This isn't a fight club, the Addon Arena has a different goal in mind. Let me give you a hint as to the contrast." She pressed a button on a console out of view and a giant mirror slid into place above her. Her orange suit was put back one her, but with some noticible changes.

Her suit had been cut and changed to look like a porno prop. The nipples were exposes and tight to make Miranda's pink tips stand out, her pussy and ass were completely exposed as hish as the tattoo mark, and the whole think lokked like it had been thinned to show off every curve. Her eyes widened as she understood.

"The sex arenas!" The point of those arenas was to fuck the opponent unconscious, make them submit, or please the crowd the most.

"Oh yes. I, and many others worldwide, will enjoy watching the great Miranda Poundsworth getting raped over and over again."Miranda opened her mouth for a snarky reply, but was cut off once again. "I intend to modify your body for the tournament, but the scans indicate that you did some altering of your own. This little tattoo perplexed me until I pulled your classified records and saw you had a futa switch installed then wiped from your memory."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"The records do not lie. You put a cock on yourself like the whore you are, then you removed it. Probably because you wanted to get a dicking from someone who didn't like futas." Miranda opened her mouth to swear at Olivia when she saw the scan. Sure enough she had two orbs the size of kiwis in her body behind the tattoo. "If you don't believe me, I'll show you."

The doctor's finger traced the outline of the tattoo on a screen. Soon an immense pressure came from her crotch as the flesh bulged and spread. Gritting her teeth, the cock just kept growing until it was at least ten inches long. She watched it twitch in the air as the nerves connected for the first time in years. The sensation added from her member was something she could hardly prepare for since it used nerves that she had never felt with before. So when Olivia ran her finger up the underside, Miranda could hardly contain the moan or the precum from leaking out.

"You sealed the memories and paid good money to make sure any doctor who saw your internal testes wouldn't mention them to you. You can hide the flesh, but those balls of yours have been responsible for the famous libido. I imagine it is why you were discharged from the army. I am curious to see what your chances will be now that you have another weakness." Her labcoat fluttered behind her as she turned and the same pain stabbed into Miranda's neck.

"I swear TO GOD WHEN I get out of...here I'm gonna...tired." Darkness took over one more time while Olivia prepped all the implants required for the arena.

"Try not to lose yourself too quickly, Poundsworth."

The waiting room wasn't so much for waiting as it was for getting rid of excess "stress". The smell alone told her that the sealed bin in the corner wasn't for needles. The stench of cum didn't help Miranda in the slightest as her dick stood hard and ready. Its throbbing was incredibly distracting and there was a curiousity about how good it would feel to rub one out, but she saw the blinking red lights on the cameras there and knew they were watching. She didn't want to give them a show.

The light above the door finally flickered on and the click of the lock signalled it was time. She got up and nearly fell again; The suit was modified again to include high heels that were impossible to remove or move in. The material wasn't the same either as her tits threatened to tear out of her chest and her ass jiggled with every clock of the heels. She stepped into the small room beyond, which turned out to be a lift, when a voice spoke up inside her head.

"Well John I can't imagine Isabelle will be able to walk for a few days after that pounding. Up next we have the real star of this event. Turn's out she's infamous with this crowd."

"Yeah I had to serve six years because of this bitch. Turn out she's rocking a cock now too, so we should see her getting whats coming to her."

"Futas have never done well on the field. We haven't seen any for a while now, not since that witch three months ago, right?"

"Still remember her face when she came so hard she passed out against the roper. Poundsworth's luck is even worse though. I've seen the lineup and it ain't pretty. Not that i'm gonna say nothing, cuz I'm sure she is listening."

"Thanks for reminding me. Fighters, your radio receptors are active, and you can turn them off speaking to your assigned coaches. At least I normally say that. One of the many handicaps put on the ex ASSRP pilot is complete info blackout."

"One of the many, Wesley."

A click signalled the line closing. An automated voice informed her they were talking to the audience. Miranda snarled at the new.

"Got some bullshit you don't want me knowing HoneySLUT! I'm gonna beat your fucking arena and shove my FOOT up your ASS!", she yelled at the camera. The camera didn't have a microphone, but Olivia probably got the jist of it. As the lift neared the top the radio clicked again.

"So basically, Poundsworth is gonna have to pull a miracle to win this one."

"Yeah, but with The Creamer stepping in, I don't see it happening."

"Now for those of you just joining now after grabbing your lotion, this is something special." Theme music started to play in the background, like it just came off commercial break. Miranda was now waiting in a tunnel ending in a locked gate. The buzzer above the door meant she had to wait her turn.

"Right you are. The Addon Arena is the most customizable ring with its revolutionary grid combat. The walls and floor are composed of eight by eight squares that each house a trap. The traps are randomized before each match, but are on a 1-3 tier list based on numerous factors. Once a fighter has built up enough points, they can call out the name or number and the trap will come up for them to utilize."

"Fighters get a map usually, but the pilot gets fuck all. Any penalties are on a 'call by ref, choose by vic' system. Also the floor is covered in lube. Enough of this boring shit, kill the fighters radio and lets get to it." A click again and the buzzer rang above the door. Her clacking was muffled as she stepped into the inch of transparent lube that covered the large square mats making up the floor. She stayed at the entrance a moment to get a lay of the land.

The room seemed about the size of a basketball court with walls surrounding all sides. One of the long ones was semi transparent so she could just make out the massive audience shrouded in the dim light. From the ceiling hung multiple cameras on mechanized arms for the broadcast and a gigantic screen seemed to show choice shots from the arena. The lower part of the walls had the same fighting mats, probably more traps, as well as little holes in between.

The screen panned up her body, spending a little longer than needed on her ass and exposed nipples. She didn't bother covering up as it would just give them more enjoyment, but she was burning up with embarassment. She had always been a little shy about her libido, despite her seeming laviscious behavior. It had always scared her how her libido was seemingly inhuman. She had also never shown her naked body, let alone the cock she never knew she had, to anyone but her lovers. The men in the crowd were all staring at her, drinking in her body and she could do nothing about it.

It should be noted that getting lost in such thoughts should never happen on the battlefield. Especially not when your enemy was already released. She only heard the muffled screams in approval as warning before a large figure was behing her and pulling her arms up and behing her back.

-="Fuck! Get the hell off of me!" Miranda tried struggling, but the grip was like iron and she couldn't properly kick him with her high heels. The crowd roared in approval of whatever was happening behind her. Outside the arena walls, the announcers were going wild.

"Just started and probably over already. Don't know why she spaced out right after entring the arena, John."

"Do you see how hard she is? The slut just wants to get off!"

"Didn't know you were into futa John."

"I'm not, but I know it won't be here for every match. Besides with mounds like those and that ass bouncing in front of me, I can jack it to her for days."

"A little too much information."

"The pain from the grab seems to be getting to her, cuz that meter is going up for The Creamer."Behind Miranda, a bar was filling up on one side of the screen as pain shot down her shoulders. The bar had three segments, and the second one was already half full. The man started to pull the back of her suit. Figuring out what he was trying, she squirmed in his arms, but without her powered suit she was no match for the raw strength.

Pressure built on Miranda's tits as she saw the material thin and stretch. Finally the plugsuit started to give, creating a canyon of cleavage. Then it peeled down to reveal her toned stomach. Eventually it could contain the bulging titflesh no longer, bursting forth as the thin latex was ripped from her torso. He dug his fingers under the waist line and had to peel the skintight pants off of her expansive ass and slender legs. Finally he pulled the arms of the suit off, one at a time.

The muscular man holding her up, let her down a little so she suported her own weight. He switched to using just one hand for that as his other snuck between her legs. Miranda was raising her leg to hit him, not knowing what he planned.

"Shouldn't have let me down you stupid little-Ahhn! Take your fingers out of my Pu-ohhh." She lost any strength in her raised leg as his fingers dived into her pussy and started to finger her. He even went at a sideways angle and hitting her right on her sweet spot. Her kicking leg went down to try and close her legs, but that only served to push his fingers down harder on her g-spot. "Stop-Ahh fuck- stop-UHHNN- FINGERING ME!"

To her surprise he stopped, but it was right when she was close. She felt empty and her cock was practically steel with how horny she was. She stood there dazed, trying to get a reign on her rampant desire to fuck something. She knew that was a lost battle at least. She spun around on uneasy legs to see the muscled man called The Creamer.

"So it was you after all, Largo."

"You left me blue balling. I will finish what you started."

Largo Splattersmith. She had broken this guys sex slave chamber a while back after going undercover as a prostitute. He would kidnap a women and then dump her after a few weeks, still alive and kicking. We only knew it by his calling card: covering the victims in gallons of his cum before dropping them off. Turns out he had accelerated healing in his already oversized balls.

"How the hell did you get out of lockup? You should still be in lockup after my sting operation." He started walking towards her as he licked his fingers. Her legs were still too weak to fight on heels, so she kept backing up. They were moving away from the screen, so she saw the meter showing how close she had come to...well...cumming. The sensors implants said one thing: Miranda Poundsworth was going to cum.

"Shit, I heard about this on the inside and the bosses hand picked me for the first round. I haven't been able to blow a load in a YEAR because of you. They even installed Slip Storage in my nuts to keep the cum building." He stopped walking a few feet away from her. Undoing his larger that average zipper, he pulled out his huge member. It was both longer and wider than her own, with a thick glaze running down its underside from the copious precum. "When I heard I'd be fighting you, I started edging to give you something really special. They even gave me one free addon."

He reached below the base of his cock and pulled out his ball sack. Not two, but four heavy fist sized balls. His quadsack swayed slowly beneath him as stepped to the edge of the mat she was on. He ran his hand down its length once and a wad of precum poured out of the tip and onto the gorund. She could only imagine how much was really stored in there. The scent alone made her breath catch as the testoterone filled smell wafted to her.


The Addon Arena Ch. 02



So what started as a drunk blurb has turned into a twisted stress relieving experience. My shrink is going to have a field day if he ever finds out. Any way onto the warning. Non-consent, swearing, drug use, magnet use, women with dicks, and dicks in women. 

Still have a few more chapters in mind. Leave me feedback and i'll shoot out another chapter when I sink into a drinking problem. 

***** 

Miranda woke up smelling of dried cum. It was still all over her. She wasn't coated in it, but whoever had cleaned her up missed ever nook and cranny they could. Her red hair was still streaked white and the bedsheets between her legs were slick with the cum pouring out of her holes. Bedsheets? 

Her elbows propped her up on a soft bed with silk sheets. This was a room that looked like it belonged just below the penthouse suite. The walls were covered in fancy paintings and the windows had heavy scarlet drapes. That mixed with the smoking chairs and mahogany tables might have convinced her it was all a dream, but the ceiling was a giant TV and cameras were in all four corners. Oh, and the cum that was leaking from her ass and pussy was a dead giveaway. Large double doors were closed and no doubt locked across the bedroom and a single door was to her right. A little stickfigure in with tits and a short third leg indicated this was the bathroom. 

At the sight of that, Miranda checked on the tent she was making out of the covers. Suddenly aware of her state, Miranda threw the covers off and trudged into the bathroom. A steady trail of white puddles followed her as she opened the bathroom door to see a king size multi-directional shower with a clear sliding door. The right side was almost entirely mirror over a spacious double sink. The toilet was one of those really advanced ones with a control panel on one side as well. 

"No expenses spared for my prison, huh?" The pleasantly warm air was interupted by the AC kicking in spreading goosebumps over her cum covered skin. A beep called her attention to the ceiling. The silver black of a TV screen mirrored her face. At the very center was a viewer count of several million. Miranda gasped when she saw the cameras in the corners. She covered herself far too late. Looking in her reflection, her breasts swelled past the constrictive arm and her dick bounced at the sudden movement, adding to the erotic show she was giving. 

"Fucking bitch..." The Addon Arena was supported by every major underground boss and so was kept silent, so this was all special treatment. After a moments hesitation, she dropped her arms to her side. "I don't give a shit. These bastards probably saw worse yesterday." 

The shower didn't steam up the glass as she had hoped. It didn't stick to anything but her skin and hair when she tested it. She stepped into the shower, with enough room for her to hold her arms out and spin, and reveled in the hot water rushing down her back. The jizz loosened in her hair and began to run down her body and into the drain. Miranda stretched her back and felt all the pockets of cum on her front squelch. 

"God that's nasty. Fucking Largo is gonna pay for this." As her erection spun around into the water, the sensation was tenfold stronger than before. She yelped and jumped back, pressing her ass up against the glass to keep her cock out of the water. Tentatively touching the shaft, a spark of pleasure ran through her. Wrapping her hand around the shaft, she slowly rubbed down the length. The pleasure built like a small wave and splashed against her when her hand stopped. With that splash, a shiver ran up her spine. She sucked in air as the sensation spread through her head. 

"Why am I so fucking horny? It wasn't this bad earlier...AH! Its the Addon Arena, Remember Miranda?" Largo had picked out a modification for her after he won. She knew that was going to happen, but her loss had been distracting to say the least. The memories of her match fought the anger for attention in her mind. One hand balled up into a fist, and the other was already wrapped around her dick. The blinking light made the decision for her. "I'm not giving you assholes a free show." 

The emotional stew in her head gave way to pure apprehension as she inched back into the shower. Using her hands to cover the sensitive pole, Miranda made her way under the stream. Even the hot runoff from her hands felt like a warm caress on her dick. Trading off hands and using creative angles, the cum was washed from almost everywhere. There was only one place left unchecked. The same areas that Largo Splatersmith had pounded in gallons of cum last night. The only way to it was by going under her newly oversensitive cock. 

Careful not to give the perverts at home a show, the ex-pilot began to manuever with her back to as many cameras as possible as she reached up to the shower handle. After some jerking on the handle a few times, and consequently letting a few million paying customers see her tits swing and bounce, the handle came loose. After testing her ass and pussy to make sure they weren't also modified, the nozzle was brought up and used to clean out the cum. It took a while and toomk several breaks between scoops, but she finally got it all out. Happy with her efficiency, Miranda smiled in victory and ran over her now clean holes with water. 

Her wrist tired from manuevering the handle, she switched hands. The dial on the shower head accidently turned in the process, changing the flow to deep massage. The handle kicked in her hands and blasted the underside of her shaft. 

"OHHHHH FUUUUUCK!" Each of the powerful rapid jets sent a crushing wave of pleasure into her and destroyed all thoughts in her head. The pleasure was many times stronger than what her cock had been capable of before. Within moments she was hunched over and unconsiously keeping the water on her cock as it bobbed with each pulse. After a few moments of her moaning, she finally came to her senses and turned off the water. Her face and the top of her breasts were flushed red when she put the showerhead back. She glanced at the number and saw that it had jumped by another two million after her display. The camera focused on the best angle for the viewers. Her arm went back across her nipples, forcing her E cups to be pushed up again. Her bare feet pattered across the floor, putting jiggle into her ass. The cameras slowly zoomed into her sleek wet skin and the water droplets that clung to her expansive ass. 

She finally found a towel in one of the drawers and somehow managed to not rub her cock as she dried herself. She raced across to the bed, ignoring the cum left in there, and slid under the covers. A smaller feeling of victory showed on her face as she watched the number of viewers go down considerably. When it was only one million viewers, she risked getting up and exploring. The exploration wasn't very long, but she did manage to find a dresser in the bathroom. The clothes inside couldn't fit while she had this 12 inch monster roaring to go, but the possibility of modesty was comforting. 

As she searched the drawer, she found a drawer filled to the brim with sex toys. After a yelp of surprise, she slammed the drawer shut. Deciding there was nothing more worth seeing in her royal prison cell, she slid back into bed. The hormones that the Creamers spunk was filled with spiked her arousal even higher, but at least she was covered without having to worry about any of her curves showing off. 

"So he chose a hyper sensitizing addon for my futa parts. This is going to be a major weakness if I can't figure out how to put this beast away. Honeyslut ran her fingers on the seal and put it away, so maybe that would work again." Miranda's mind was now glazed over with lust and her cock kept rubbing in the slick lube of cum that was on the sheets. 

Her fingers slid down her body until they came to wrap around the base. She could feel every inch of her length waiting to be rubbed. Her hand slowly ran up her length and made her knees raise slightly in response. On the way back down she had to consiously stop herself from thrusting. It felt like there was a dam waiting to break and carry her over the edge, but she tried to keep a facade of control by going slow. 

"Just looking for any giveaway or hint at how to make it dissapear." She explained outloud to the voice of reason in her head. The viewcount started rising again, but she didn't notice. She was entirely focused on the action under the sheets. As the minutes wore on, that reason grew weaker and weaker. Ten minutes later, and she had a sheen of sweat and was actively thrusting into her hand. The arm was growing tired of keeping the heavy cover up and the pace wasn't fast enough to get off. 

Casting aside the covers, the count in the tens of millions far from her mind, Miranda started to jack off as fast as her arm coud go. Moans flowed freely and her hips bucked in time. Her toes went cold as she planter her feet and raised her bare ass off the bed. The skin was being rubbed dry, so she scooped some a clump of cum off the sheets and rubbed it al over her cock before going faster than before. Her free hand went past the frantic strokes to the slick pussy beneath. In no time at al she was fingering herself at the same pace that she was jerking off. An immense orgasm started to build deep inside her. Soon even her hands went numb as the pleasure gathered at the base of her dick. 

Miranda Poundsworth started going to town on herself as she reached that crest. IT was right there and then...Nothing. The pleasure held just before the peak, then fell to just insanely aroused. She froze and her moans cut off. The sensations in her cock were still just as intense, but the orgasm was not going anywhere productive. She felt a hollow feeling as the orgasm itself seemed to dissolve and dissapear. 

"No. No you SON OF A BITCH." The rules said only ONE implant per loss. 'One of many.' The commentator's words rang in her ears. Desperate for release, Miranda frantically built another orgasm, but she couldn't get it. The remnants of the orgasm built in the back of her head. She had a second orgasm that forced her to edge every time she got close. Over the course of the next hour, she discovered that each new orgasm was even bigger than the last. Still none of them made her eyes cross or brought the cunt shattering cumfest each new buildup promised. 

For the next hour she desperatly sought release. A dozen times she tried jacking off whilst frigging herself. A few times she stuffed three fingers in her ass to stimulate the prostate for her cock. She even managed to get the head in her mouth while she two handed the shaft. After over twenty different tries, tears streamed down her face as she screamed in frustration. 

"JUST LET ME CUM. What do you fucking WANT!" She yelled at the blinking red lights. In a lust frought haze, she staggered over the drawer and pulled out as many tools as she could carry. For the two days that followed, she tried to make it happen. She only stopped for a few minutes to wolf down the food that came through a slot in the door. Double sided dildos in both holes, vibrating butt plugs and spinning clit teasers, a cocksleeve filled with the best lube on the market. Nothing. Several hundred build ups and no pay off. After every denied orgasm, the pressure inside her increased until she was sure her next climax would fry her nerves. She felt her internal balls swell before storing there load in the slip storage implants. 

After falling asleep from exhaustion, waking on the third day brought some acceptance. She managed to roll out of bed, over the dozens of toys that were slick with her juices, and trudge into the bathroom. In front of the mirror, she felt the skin around the infernally useless dick for someway to make it go away. Her mind was still full of nothing but cumming, but she managed to eek some logic out of the chaos. She noticed a faint blue circle around the base, the same as the outline from the tattoo, with ten very faint light blue dots. 

"There has ot be some combination that makes it go back. There wouldn't be a fucking release combo for the seal without a way to put it back, right?" Her scarlet hair was a mess, clinging to the sweaty frustrated face. Her eyes held dark bags and were lined with dried tears. Miranda's chest rose and fell with deep ragged breaths through her sore throat. Shaky hands traced the circle again, looking for anything useful. Everytime her fingers brushed against her over stimulated dick, a haze of pleasure and lust flooded her mind and she had to brace herself against the counter waiting for it to recede. By this point even the slightest touch sparked a shadow of the unfathomable orgasm that waited after two days of denial. 

After a several minutes and a few breaks, the markings began to respond to her touch. It was some sort of combination lock that reset after a wrong input of four dots. With nothing else to do, Miranda methodically figured out the proper code and was rewarded with a blue light emerging from the ring. It covered the length of her penis before slowly fading back into the tattoo. As it went the nerves seemed to stop sending signals and the dick dissapeared behind the light. It returned to the pattern she had known with only an equally frustrated pussy to deal with. Still she was used to having that familiar ache. 

Laying back on bed, her muscles relaxed for the first time in days. The need was very real and VERY potent, but there was some control restored to her. She didn't have a NEED to finger fuck herself senseless. That said the deep, yawning orgasm still lied in wait inside her. At the risk of losing herself, she touched her folds gently and felt the familiar surge that was limited to her female parts. 

"Guess it's better with just one sex organ fucking with me. Now i've got a real edge over those bitches. Can't make me cum and you can't use that Milker on me again." The thought of that machine making sucking the cum out of her shaft with her face pressed against the glass came to mind. Shaking her head vigorously managed to make it fade. "Don't go getting horny again, Poundsworth. Just got my shit together, don't lose it over something you know is futile." 

Looking back at the TV she noticed the number had gone down to sub one million. A self satisfied smirk crossed her face as she imagined the perverts at home trying to get off to her puzzle solving routine. Walking to the dresser, with the noticable absence of a steel shaft bobbing as she did, Miranda threw on a blouse that was just slightly too small around the chest and one of the multiple skintight jeans. 

Sighing at the sizes, the phrase 'beggars can't be choosers' came to mind. Miranda sat in one of the smoking chairs and ran her hands through her sweat drenched hair. The arena would call her number again soon, so she needed to get her head back in this. 

'So they put a sensitivity implant in my cock and something to SERIOUSLY spike that libido up. That mixed with the orgasm denial means... shit they gave me a worse version of Largo's mods.' Imagining that bastard giving a smug grin as he wrote down the list made her pound her fist down on the armrest. 'They allowed him to pick more than one addon for me. They aren't playing by their own fucking rules. Just need to...God I can't think of anything. I'm so tired." 

The weight of the past three days exertions finally caught up to her and she fell onto the bed. She fell quickly into sleep, overpowering scent of cum be damned. 

After several hours of sleep, she awoke to a familiar sound. Moaning. More specifically, her moaning. Now it was screaming and making unintelligible noises. Confused by the noises, she rolled over on the bed and opened her eyes. 

The ceiling was lit up with her face in the throes of ecstasy as Largo plowed her from behind. The camera angles changed and she saw his massive cock sliding in and out of her tight hole as the mechanical tube ran up and down her length. It cut to earlier, when she first came, as she held herself up high. She saw her eyes wide and tongue sticking out as she quivered. The camera showed how her tits shook for the audience in this pose before they got a good view of them pressed up against the glass.  

Mortified by how it looked now that she saw it, Miranda brought her hand to her mouth. She remembered this, but seeing it was different. Witnessing herself cum over and over sparked an unmistakable flame deep in her core. Miranda stopped her hand as it slid between her legs. 

"I can endure this all day, fuckers. This is... holy shit." 

The money shot played on the big screen. Her face pressed up against the glass as Largo hosed her in his hot spunk and plastered her hair took up the whole screen. The next shot was him reaming her cunt with the jizz leaking around his cock. Finally a close up of her face as he squeezed out one last pint of spunk onto her face. 

Unwillingly her hand had found her folds and started without her. Embarrased by her lack of control, she retracted her arm and threw the blankets over her. Before her actions sunk in howwver, a floral scent reached her nose and her consciousness faded. The knockout gas was quick to come and leave in the vents as men marched in stripped her. They managed to stuff her into the slutty red pilot suit, making sure that her nipples and pussy lined up with the precut holes. 

When Miranda woke up, two things were apparent: She was in the changing room for the arena and her wrists had something new on them. Sitting up, with some difficulty, She looked in one of the small mirrors. The same view from the last time greeted her. Her nipples stood at attention through the holes in the chilled air and her slit was on display. The opening was still the size it needed to be to allow her member, but a small blue tattoo took its place. Her burning cheeks cooled slightly when she thought of her advantage today. 

The buzzer sounded as the elevator door slid open. Miranda was tempted to refuse entering it, but the potential consequences made the token gesture seem a waste of effort. Rising onto the high heels of her suit, she clacked her way into the elevator. Inside and waiting to be lifted, Miranda examined the metal bracelets on her wrists. Nearly weightless, the bracelets were durable enough not to be easily broken despite her efforts on the metal elevator walls. The metal itself hardly suffered a scratch and still blended in perfectly with the suit. Miranda ran her finger across the flatside on the back of her wrist as the familiar crackle played in her ears. 

"Welcome back ladies and gentlemen! We have another exciting matchup in the Mirandized Addon Arena." 

"That will never catch on man. Anyway, after last match the auditorium is nearly packed and our broadcast rate hasn't been higher since we had that barely legal pornstar that wouldn't do anal." 

"Oh she did anal. Haven't seen an ass that stuffed since... well since our contestant got fucked senseless last week. By the way, did you catch the entertainment inbetween?" 

Miranda had kept up a pokerface for the intro, but now some red had bloomed into her cheeks. The thought that these assholes had seen her in her weak state was a royal embarassment. She gritted her teeth as they laughed amongst themselves. 

"Are you kidding? With the discount rates they sold that show for, I wouldn't be surprised if every guy she every beat down on the street watched that. I hear some prisons even showed it to appease the inmates!" 

"That part where she sucked her own dick was something special, right John?" 

"I've been trying to do that since I was twelve myself." 

"...John." 

"Too much? Too much." 

"Right. Anyway we can't forget the part where she found the lube container." 




The Addon Arena Ch. 02



The announcers continued their recounting of her hell for the last seven days. The red turned crimson on her face. She unconsiously wrapped her arms around herself as humiliation filled her. To make matters worse, every new part they talked about stirred the bottomless sexual frustration as she remembered the sensations. 

"Aw looks like the slut is embarrased." 

"Guess she didn't think of all the people watching, what with all those dildos in her, John." 

"Well we'll see if her opponent can give her some real humiliation. Another blast from the past for Miranda." 

"Straight from our very own sister arena, Simone Geller! She got put away for making drugs for the sex trade by an ASSRP pilot seven years ago. After getting bailed out of prison, she payed off her debt in another Addon Arena to the west. She still holds a grudge against the organization that put her through that. Despite that, her years there were more fruitful than most. Her... special qualities gave her a great edge over the male compition, a rarity for chicks in the arena." 

"Let's not forget that she also helped construct-" 

A crackle cut him off mid sentence. The elevator doors opened to the arena revealing what a mess the ride had made Miranda. The need to cum had returned with a vengeance leaving her sweaty and horny. Already her pussy was soaked and left trails of her juice down her thigh. She hesitated to walk out the door in front of the massive audience. Taking baby steps, Miranda inched through the tunnel towards the open gate covering her womanhood. Her knees bent inward as she glanced around the corner and a snicker resounded through the crowd. After a moment, the floor behind her slammed into her cowering backside and launched her face first into the lube coating the ground. 

A camera mounted above the door wasted no time focusing on her glistening pussy and putting it on the main screen. Miranda scrambled to her feet and felt her cheeks burn as she wiped the gel off her face. The announcers turned her connection back on. 

"But we might not even have to wait for that, look like she is aching to get raped in front us again! Good to see those tightening implants are working." Miranda's hands shot to covering herself but puffed out her chest in the process. 

"And now she is presenting those shining tits! Her nipples could probably cut steel they're so hard!" Her eyes darted to see her lube coated breasts shining in the light and highlighting her exposed stiff peaks. 

"We can get more of that later, John. Here comes Simone now." 

Miranda, welcoming the distraction, mustered her resolve and forced her hands to her side. Ignoring the wolf whistles, she focused on the fight ahead of her. 

'This isn't going to end like last time. I wont be humiliated again in front of these animals. But with someone like her... No I can do this.' 

She was really trying to convince herself while the lights began to focus on the otherside of the arena. Miranda had heard stories about Simone Geller. She had a real knack for the development of parasites and drugs to alter human women's anatomy. That itself didn't bother Miranda as much as the other big problem she now faced. It wasn't really what Simone could do. It was what she was. 

"And here is the famous Simone Geller. Three time champ of the western arena, leading scientist in the field of aphrodisiac, and lets not forget," A slightly transparent purple leg stepped confidently into view from the elevator, " Slime-girl!" 

The rest of her gelatinous form came into view. Carefully shaped into a voluptious sex symbol, every step sent delectable jiggle through her form. She wore a series of straps that came together to barely cover her nipples and slit. Her head was a denser mix making it a solid violet, complete with a smirk on full lips and a predator's eyes. Miranda noticed that she also wore the same bracelets, purple in her case, floating in the gel at her wrists. 

Now sure that the shackles were a part of todays fight, Miranda checked for any differences in the room. After seeing most everything was exactly the same, she noticed some large devices in the upper corners that looked similar to turrets but with solid rods coming out of them rather than barrels. Confused, Miranda decided to ignore it for now. She couldn't figure out what they did and there were other things on the priority list. Like not getting completely taken out of the fight in the first ten seconds. 

"Gotta say its a bit dissapointing not to see the pilot with her piece John." 

"It does put a damper on the fight. It's still going to be fucking hot, but you know... could be better. Slime-girls work great on dicks. I remember my first slime prostitute, sucked the cum straight out of my balls and worked the shaft simultaneously." 

"Jesus John now I'm seeing that shit in my head. Back to the fight. Fuck man." 

"Looks like Simone is taking her time with this one, has barely moved ten feet so far." 

The purple women was walking liesurely towards Miranda, not a care in the world. She occasionally let out a sultry chuckle as she let her eyes roam Miranda's body. Simones gaze made her uncomfortable, but the pilot stood tall and got into a combat stance as she focused on staying ready in heels. The main screen switched from the close ups of their naughty bits to the body displays and trap meters. 

"Oh looks like Poundsworth's finger fest over the week is taking its toll. Her trap meter is filling on its own and her body is begging to get fucked. If she gets in caught in the slime, she is done." 

Miranda's head snapped to look at the screen. Sure enough, her crotch and ass sensors were in the red for sensitivity and that meter was already almost filling the first bar. She had planned to be defensive and wait for an opening, but at this rate she would be caught in a trap in under a minute. 

"Man the first time I would have chalked it up to her just not knowing, but..." 

"I know what you mean John. Looking away from her opponent twice, she really must be a masochist" 

A gasp escaped her as she turned to look at the slime girl. Or rather look where she was. Thirty feet away, where Simone was when she stopped moving, there was no sign that she had ever been there. There was no noise or warning of her having moved. Largo had ambushed her last time, but that required her looking around for almost thirty seconds, not three. Miranda spun around to check the other side of the arena. Nothing. 

A chuckle sounded from beneath her and she froze. Slowly looking down, Miranda saw the transcluscent lube was now eerily purple. Between her feet, a more solidified torso capped with Simone's head lay. She winked. Miranda frantically tried to lift her feet to back up, but only lifted her foot a few inches before realizing she was standing in the slime. The stuff acted like liquid latex, sticking to everything that the slime-girl wished and able to become dense at will. At the moment it was like she was standing in a pool of glue. A pool that was sentient and currently reaching for her pussy. 

"Oh Poundsworth is in a bad spot now. If she can stay on her feet and get away she might have a chance. Otherwise everyone, get ready for the show to start." 

Miranda put her foot back down and swatted the hand that was forming between her legs away. She reached down to get a blow in on Simone when her feet slided apart by a foot. The jarrring movement made her tits and ass bounce, getting a number of responses from the crowd playing into her receptor. The sudden flush of humilation made her pause for less than a moment, but it was enough. A warm sensation splashed against her folds, and Miranda looked between her legs to see the arm formed straight up to her slit. Her head slowly turned towards Simone. 

"Please not like this again...", Miranda pleaded. 

"Not like what?", came the innocent reply. 

A wave of tension ran from the pool up the appendage. The latex sucked on her lower lips and sent shivers up her spine, forcing Miranda to stifle a groan. The slime then rippled in vibration and she inhaled sharply. The warm liquid filled in all the space inbetween her folds and around her clit. Simone rubbed all of it up and down to get settled. Miranda's hands rushed to her crotch as her knees wobbled, but she couldnt get under the vacuum sealed goo. 

"I'll make you a deal. If you can keep from falling down, I will let you go." 

"A-and if I can't?" she asked with a barely steady voice. 

"Then I win." 

Not waiting for a response, Simone set to work on Miranda. She sucked on her clit and licked under the folds with her slime hand leaving Miranda defenseless. She turned this way and that, but she couldn't shake the ever present pleasure assaulting her. Two fingers formed into her depths and began to probe getting a moan from Miranda as her knees buckled. She barely pulled them apart before the goo began to vibrate. 

"Aaaah fuck. Take it oooouuuttt!" She closed her eyes to fight against it, but Simone was an expert in the field, and soon Miranda was overtaken by heavy shudders as her body orgasmed without any pleasure. The aching in her core returned once more despite all her efforts. "Gahh! You fucking BITCH!" 

"Ah ah aah." Simone scolded as she waved her finger. Miranda had reached back to throw a punch, only to have the fingers in her curl and rub her G-spot HARD. The fist opened up as she braced her hands on either side of Simone's head. 

"FUCK! Mmmmmmm God!" The pleasure made her forget her attack as knees came together again and she thrust her ass back weakly with convlusions. The fury at being denied release returned, but her hands were now firmly in the slime, only allowing Miranda to glare at the woman fingering her. 

"Mmm that ass looks delicious. I am loving the view right now." 

"Me too, John. Me too." 

Simone snickered at Miranda whose realization froze her face. She weakly looked up at the screen to see her ass was up and her legs were spread for the crowd. Her head slowly shook as she started to trying to pull her arms free, never taking her eyes off the screen. Every time she jerked, the red stretched latex bounced with her ass. She looked over her shoulder briefly to see that most of the crowd had a hooker between their legs as they watched already. 

"Let's give them a show, shall we?" said the voice beneath her. 

The goo pulled in opposite directions to spread her pussy as she poured more of it to fill Miranda with four more inches. The pilot could only watch as her deepest parts were being broadcast to millions of people as she desperately struggled to be free. 

"Now I watched your pathetic performance over the week and it seems you can't cum. I like to use a little repitition to be sure. Do you mind?" 

Her struggles ceased as she looked Simone in the eyes in horror. The desperate struggles turned frantic for a moment before her body locked. The slime in her vibrated and undulated while several nubs worked over her weak spot pulling a near immediate almost orgasm. The rage started to come back. 

"I'll kill you you fucking whoooooOAAAANN" Right as she opened her mouth, the warm stuff around her clit started swirling aroung and sucking at the same time. Without the limitations of a mouth, the sensation was constantly at max strength and curbed another orgasm just before its peak. Simone laughed beneath her. 

"You cum so easily! I though it was just your penis and the nerves you weren't used to, but you are a bonafide slut! Lets see how long it is before you lose the bet. Shouldn't be too long now!" Simone put every shred of skill she had to work. Without the ability to cum, Miranda kept reaching one peak after another instead of continually climax. In the span of ten seconds there were four denied orgasms. The whole crowd watched her vagina walls convulse through the transcluscent purple slime. Simone started to push the pressure from one wall to the other, forcing Miranda to shake her ass for everyone. 

"John she is just toying with her. We got an orgasm count of nearly 45 at one minute, but none of them count because they stop just before true climax. I'm starting to feel a little bad for her." 

"The only thing I feel is the throat around my cock. Poundsworth is shaking her ass like a bitch in heat. Keep dominating that whore, Simone!" 

In the ring, Miranda's back arched downwards, forcing her to look at the screen as the relentless assault continued for the world to watch. With the near constant spasms, she could barely move and was at the mercy of the women beneath her who subjected her to a tortuous amount of pleasure. It was then that her tormentor changed it up. 

Simone heard the commentators and remembered something she had wanted to test. A tendril of goo snaked up from the spread pussy and to the ass. It didn't immediately start rubbing, but instead probed carefully on the wall next to the vagina. With a little pressure in the right spot, Miranda's tight rosebud puckered and spasmed. Inside her, the internal testes swelled as more cum was produced to without a cock to fire it. Simone pulled her slime out of the holes, snagging one last denied orgasm from them. 

"I bet you want to cum like a whore for all these people now, don't you?" 

Miranda gasped for breath as her body relaxed. Her hair stuck to her skin as sweat dripped off her face and nipples. Her pussy, no longer stopped by the latex seal, let her juices flow freely down her her plugsuit covered inner thighs. Her core felt numb and she couldn't feel her fingers and toes she was so horny. But no matter how close she got, that heavenly finale was pulled away. She wanted to cum and it needed to be a earth shattering orgasm to make up for all this frustration. 

Looked over her shoulder again and saw many of the patrons taking pills to keep going with a prostitute working their shafts. The very thought of cumming for them made her sick. 

"Not..-gasp- not a fuckin chance you...you bitch..." 

"Oh well. You won the bet!" 

The slime at her hands softened and Miranda flung herself upright, but just when she needed her feet planted for leverage the goo around it turned back into lube and she fell. Her ass made a slapping noise as it collided with the lube covering the ground. The slime-girl reformed in a standing position and waited for her to get up. It took her a few tries with her shaky legs, but without a full orgasm to rob her strength Miranda didn't have much trouble staying standing. 

"Let's try again, but next time it will be worse for you if you get caught." 

Miranda squared off to fight, wary of the floor now. Slime girl's all had a core somewhere that could be hurt, and she had a good idea where to find that core. Simone had begun to underestimate her and waited patiently for her to fall over or fuck up somehow. Instead the right hook connected clean with the side of the purple head and made the Simone fall to the ground. The slime spread as she melted slightly in the lube from the disorienting blow. Quickly recovering, the purple spread rapidly across the floor towards Miranda who leaped back. A smile crossed her face at the first punch landed in two fights. Simone reformed and the smirk was gone. Instead she just coldly looked at the pilot. 

"What now, bitch? I got your ass no-" 

"Magnetic Restraints." 

"Huh? Whoa!!" 

Beams from the machines in the corners shot towards her wrists and pulled them out to her side. Try as she might, the shackles didn't budge even a little. Simone walked up her captured victim and jerked her chin to look at her. 

"You know, I didn't just design aphrodisiacs in the lab." The slime-girl reached towards her crotch to which Miranda clamped her legs together. She couldn't cover the little blue circle above her pussy though. "I also designed futanari modifications and prostate add-ons, like the one you have." 

Her fingers started pushing the blue dots in a familiar sequence. Miranda's eyes widened in horror and she began to struggle harder to no avail. 

"No NO please! Anything but that please! I'm sorry I hit you, okay? Just don't put that cock back!" 

It was useless as the last dot was pressed and a blue light shined from the seal. It stretched over a foot out before solidifying into the meaty cock that was her curse since her last match. As it formed she felt every nerve reconnect at bring back that yawning need to cum. That merged with her pussy's numbness to make Miranda space out for a moment and stand there slack jawed. In that time, Simone signalled for them to turn her and walk her up to the glass for the crowd. 

"OH and she got her in the shackles! We were beginning to think this magnetic match wouldn't use the titular trap!" 

"And you have to remember, John. Poundsworth hasn't cum in a week leaving her frustrated and horny so that trap meter drain just isn't happening! She is in that for good and at the mercy of Simone now!" 

" And with that dick, the torment up to now will be like a cake walk. Oh whats this? The slime girl is slipping her own shackles onto Poundsworth's feet! She's is pulling her knees up to her sides!" 

Sure enough, Miranda's legs were being hoisted up by the knees until she was doing the splits with her thighs. As Simone adjusted her arms to be crossed behind her back, Miranda finally snapped out of it. Her tits were thrust out as far as they could go and her pussy and ass were just a few feet from the glass for the audience. Her cock was only inches from that glass and already leaking precum. She tried moving, but she had lost control of all her limbs. The only thing she could do was move her crotch, but stopped testing it when she saw the crowd looking at her most private areas. Her cheeks burned with humiliation and she tried to look away. 

"Now to teach you what happens when you dare strike me. VATS!" 

The panel underneath Miranda slid open to reveal a pool of pink liquid with a consistency of molasses. Simone seemed to float right on top of it when she stepped into it. The pink began to flow up her feet and into her hands until it was secreted by the palms. 

"This is my famous Squirt Serum. It gets absorbed on contact with membranes to make all the nerves hyper active. When it is drunk, the patient becomes unable to pass out and the brains pleasure centers become nearly inexhaustable. It effects every sex organ differently too. It's really quite amazing." 

Simone's hands roughly grabbed Miranda's massive tits. In the goo you could see the nipples being stretched and tweaked, The edge of the cut out hole lifted and the suit bulged as the slime spread underneath. The latex covering each bulging melon was already pressed thin and gave with the added pressure. Her breasts burst forth from their confines and were now freely manipulated by the slime girl who thoroughly rubbed the serum into her tits. 

Miranda felt a warmth and tingling sensation all across her chest, then the sensation focussed on her nipples as the warmth turned to intense sensation. She could feel every motion of the goo as it continued to rub her. 

"Oh you are feeling it now, I can see your cheeks flush." She pulled back her hands and the heavy breasts fell to rest. "So if I do this." 

She grabbed the nipples and twisted them and pleasure surged through her like lightning. She thrust her head back and gasped. She had never had very sensitive nipples and certainly hadn't orgasmed from them, but this was on par with getting fingered. Simone pulled her breasts to the limit then let them go to bounce back into place. Miranda closed her eyes and moaned as the pleasure until it was halted again. While her eyes were closed, she felt something hold her mouth open and a sweet liquid pouring in. Her eyelids shot open and she saw Simone's arm turned tube forcefeeding her the serum. 




The Addon Arena Ch. 02



She couldn't hope to stop the flow until her stomach was completely full. As soon as she stopped however, her stomach quickly felt almost empty. There was a buzzing in her head and then all of a sudden everything around her seemed crisp and clear. 

"It gets absorbed quickly doesn't it. Don't you worry you little slut. These wonderous changes will last until you are too old to fuck. Now onto your lessons on how to be a good bitch." 

The slime appendages spread her tight holes and pressed up against her weak spots. Both her prostate and g spot were blasted with the serum assaulting her mind with pleasure, but it didn't overwhelm her. She felt every minute detail and just as intense, but now there felt like there was no limit. The pleasure raised to even higher heights before being kicked out from under her. After her holes were full of the liquid, the goo surged inward and began to roughly scrub her walls. 

"GAAHH NOOO PLEASE!! NNNNNGH!! STOP! I...ca...can't AANNNH I CAN'T CUM! SAVE ME PLEASE!" 

Miranda screamed in tortuous ecstasy as climax after climax built to her new heights and were struck down over and over again. The serum worked fast, making her prostate and in turn her testes produce insane amounts of cum before they were stored in the implants while g spot made her pussy sensitive to the point of insanity. Her clit in turn grew engorged and like a power house for pleasure that single handedly could make her cum. After a minute the rubbing subsided and Miranda was left heaving her sensitive breasts as she gulped down air. A breeze was enough to send her slit over the edge now and it dripped honey steadily. 

In her bouts of yelling, Miranda's red hair had stuck to most of her face and she was too exhausted to remove it. The warm gel fingers pushed it aside and behind her ears. Purple lips moved next ot her ear. 

"Almost done now. Just need to get that second prostate." Miranda's brutulized mind couldn't fathom what she meant. An idea popped into her head that she didn't want to believe. She lifted her head slowly and glanced at her throbbing cock. Above it hung a sleeve made of goo filled with the serum. "And the cock that houses it." 

"No god please. I can't take anymore please." She moved her hips back to escape the sex toy turned torture device. "I'LL BEG I'LL SAY WHATEVER YOU WANT, JUST DON'T-" 

She gasped as she felt a warm rubbery protrusion pressing up against her ass. She looked to see another purple appendage poised under her pussy. Miranda froze and the smione spoke again. 

"The serum will make you take as much as anyone is willing to dish out for you. Now unless you want me to break your mind, push your dirty cock into the sleeve." Miranda opened her mouth to protest, but she felt the probes hardening into hard latex at her other openings. She closed her eyes and eased forward. "DON'T CLOSE YOUR EYES SLUT! Look at the audience while you do." 

Her eyes slowly opened and she could see all the men just ten feet away on the other side. They were leering at her depraved form with well used women working their shafts. The hookers looked at their limit. Her cheeks burned as she eased into the warm gooey embrace. Miranda forced herself not to stop and to get it over with. 

The warmth set in like a tingling that ran throughout her dick. She felt the serum trickle down her urethra as she held still to avoid the dildos pressing into her holes. When it reached her root, she felt it move up to her testes and down to where she presumed was her other prostate. She felt the testes increase in size and could feel the cum sloshing about as both them and the prostate went into overdrive. The serum stopped moving and Miranda relaxed once more. It would be the last time. 

She felt fingers around the base of her cock. It was one of the few places down there that didn't elicit pleasure. She looked down confused at the dot presses as she didn't recognize the pattern. Her leg restraints lowered them beneath her and her arms returned to at her sides. Simone walked infront of her. 

"You know the serum is specifically for humans. It only gives moderate to most other species. I mean slime girls for instance, we eat cum and break down the protiens for sustenance and this just helps get that hunger going. You put on a good show, so I think i'll release your bonds." The beam began to weaken on Miranda's shackles. Her heart fluttered at the prospect of ending this. "But first I think I'll grab a bite to eat, since I just returned your ability to cum." 

Simone mounted Miranda's stunned body and the shackles lifted her halfway to the ceiling angled backwards from the glass. Simone made a slit in between her legs and let her see the bumps and bits that span and undulated in the exact shape of Miranda's cock. The dildos moved to her holes and some slime slipped in to rest against the g spot and prostate. A small attachment swirled around the clit ready to go. 

"Any last words?" She said with her pussy poised to jackhammer Miranda's pole. 

"Please not in front of all these peOOOOAAH FUCK ME HARDER YOU BITCH!" 

The dildos pummeled her holes as two fingers formed out out the goo and brutally ravaged her weak spots. At the same time Simone slammed down and started slapping her ass on Miranda at break neck speeds while her body contorted to suck, pull, and massage every weak spot on the shaft. Miranda threw back her head with her mouth open. The pleasure seemed to start lower but mounted higher than even double what she was capable of feeling before. She started to mutter as she reached her peak. 

"I'm cum... Im gonna cum... iM GONNA-OHGOD IM FUCKING CUMMMIIING!!" 

Her cock came first as her testes opened up the flood gates and started sending thick, heavy streams of cum down her shaft. Each stream sent stars behind her crossed eyes as she screamed a the top of her lungs. Her leg shackles were released and she held her legs bent up and wide, where they lurched forward with the pulses of spunk that were filling Simone. 

A heavy weight seemed to build deep within her pussy as the dildos both picked up there pace. The fingers began to vibrate against her g-spot and her legs tensed as the orgasm came. Just before it hit, two things happened. Simone, full with the several gallons of jizz that had been shot so far, let the head stick out of her back as she reached through her body to make it cum harder with vibrating handjobs and with the already collosal anal and vaginal orgasms mounting, the slime on her clit started spinning and sucked hard on her button. 

Miranda pulled a full split as the cunt shattering orgasm made her squirt like a hose all the way to the glass while her cock fired massive wads of her spunk from seven days of orgasms denied. Her eyes stared empty ahead and her toungue lolled out as she leaned forward and looked through the purple slime-girl and in the general direction of the audience. Simone never let up and instead tried to make her go as long as possible. In the end, she kept squirting for almost thirty seconds, but her spunk kept shooting for over a minute. She only stopped screaming towards the end, but instead her moans filled the air, until her cock finally began to slow down. For the last ten seconds, Simone angled the cock so Miranda painted her own face. 

When it was all over, the top part of the glass was entirely white with heavy globs of spunk slowly sliding down, while it thinned at the middle part with was soaked in pussy juice. She was slowly lowered to the floor with her tongue out and a sloppy grin on her face. She lay there with her cum splattered face amongst the lube with her softening cock and still felt the aftershocks of her first climax in a week. 

"Once...again I am speechless. I think she just put Largo to shame with that load and I can't even see her because of how hard she squirted. I see a very satisfyed audience and im sure everyone else at home got off and more. 

"You said it John. I am glad we had hookers and libido overcharge pills with us. I think mine is done after what I did to her throat. I can't wait yet again for next week." 

"It will only get harder for Poundsworth. With the serum in her system, the ex-pilot just became a walking sex toy. It's one of the hardest traps to set off and even the hardiest fighters rarely win after getting one dose. I'm no doctor, but I think she got more than one dose." 

"Yeah I can't wait to see her get fucked again. Wait... Simone is talking with management and it looks like she has an arrangement. She had picked an addon and has an announcement." 

Miranda snapped out of it a few minutes later with a blindfold on. She was on a table. It smelled like semen and she felt her warm seed on her face. Her arms were bound with her hands grabbing the opposite elbow and legs tied in a wide split. Her head was off the edge of the table and her ass was the same. She could hear people nearby and felt something heavy on her dick. Simones voice came on in her reciever. 

"Ladies and gentlemen, as you all know the battle is over when one fighter orgasms. Beyond that usually both fighters retire. But this is an ASSRP pilot, so until she loses consciousness she is fair game. And the serum meant she cant pass out. It will take a rather long time for exhaustion to take her, so enjoy and be as rough as you want." 

A low laugh echoed through the crowd around her and into the packed hallway, numbering at over a thousand. The serum had fully revitalized her sex and when the first massive cock split her pussy, she threw back her head and howled in orgasm. But that stopped quickly as it's hard to scream with Largo Splatersmith face fucking you. It took until the end of the next day for her to finally collapse and that was after everyone came twice. 

Round three awaits.



The Addon Arena



"I'm gonna fuck the ass you denied me last time.

Miranda's ass pressed up against the semi transparent window. She was out of room to run and still not ready. Her was twice her size and easily able to overpower her if he wanted. Shaking hands moved to cover her dripping slit as if that would stop the pounding. To the audience, her ass pressed up to the glass and her scared face on the screen had everyone bulging in the pants.

" Just look at that view. Poundsworth is in the corner and has no idea where she is standing. Looks like Largo is ready to give us a show." Back on the field, Largo crossed his arms and drank in the sight of his once cocky opponent. He looked at one of the cameras and uttered one word.

"Milker."

Miranda gasped as the pad opened up beneath her. She tried to run off of it, but a restraining mechanical clasp shut around her thighs and walked her to the middle. Rising from between her and the glass was a longer mechanical arm that ended in in four quarter pipes spread like a flower. Inside she could see numerous rubber bumps and other mechanisms. A ring arm scanned her penis to get its size, and after minor callibrations, the cock Milker closed around her member.

She screamed out in pleasure from the assault of alien sensations. Inside, it felt like a woman's inner walls only with little tongues to attack her more. The announcers clicked in again so she could know what was happening.

"Man we could call it right now John. Did you hear that moan? That thing is going to suck her dry. The only way out would be to pull it off, but that is hard even for veterans to do."

"Don't count her out yet. She's grabbing those handles and trying. Not gonna be able to, but it wouldn't be fun if she quit."

Miranda took advantage of the info and started to drag it off her member, inch by inch. It started to suck gently as she pulled, with little wheels spinning on the underside of her head. Despite the completely new and overwhelming sensation. Her focus was almost superhuman as she desperately tried to get it off. Halfway there, she heard another line in her head.

"Look at her go! Although she only has seven more seconds to get it off before it stops just warming her up and starts gulping down cum." Miranda's eyes widened and she picked up the pace. Her eyes trained on the digital timer slowly counting down. More of her dick slowly emerged from the machine, and she was making good time. She was ready for the final push. Until something that felt like a baseball bat pressed up against her backdoor at that moment. Largo whispered quietly in her ear.

"Ready to take it up a notch?"

"Wha- It won't fit!" She couldn't move her hands or else the machine would pull her back in, so she really pushed until only the head was in the machine.

"We all saw the med file, bitch. They made it so it will fit." Largo pushed an inch into her ass, making her legs weaken and lose leverage.

"OOOOHHH GOD IT'S HUG-huh?" The machine beeped loudly, signaling she was out of time. The large tube slammed into her pelvis and started to send rings of suction down her length.

"FUUCK IM=AHHH gonna cu...Cuuum...Cummmmiii," Pressure mounted at the base of her cock, making her air come in shallow as it built. The tube slowed down a little, prolonging the inevitable as Largo struggled to get another inch in as the implant in her ass slowly widened the passage. The machine pulled back half a foot, waiting for something.

"Here let me help you. Bend her over!" Arm restraints grabbed her and bent her over. The side of her face flattened agains the glass and her tits swung pendulously beneath her. Her breath steamed up the glass as the tint faded away and she turned to see a camera pointed at her face from the other side of the glass. She swore to herself she wouldn't show them anything, but now...

"That's better now, I can really get going!" His cock pressed up against her hole and she clenched it as hard as she could. "Oh that won't do, loosen her up Milker!"

The cock was pointed straight down as the milker started to piston her cock as fast as it could. The nubs ran upe her length as it plunged in, then the tube undulated and sucked out the precum. Her lips quivered as her eyes lost focus. Miranda tried as hard as she could to hold back, but Largo had none of that. He forced the head into her hole, still tight despite the modification, and her eyes widened. The machine pulled the entire shaft in and simulated a hundred tongues licking her up and down. White spots flashed into view as toungue lolled out and she blastd a load into the tube. Her hips bucked back as she arched away from the onslaught of pleassure, only to skewer herself onto half of Largo's length.

In that moment she had lost. As the explosion of pleasure went down her shaft, she had lost the match. Even in the throes of ecstasy, she knew that. Gauging by the sway of the quadsack, practically bursting with all of his pent up desire, and the Milker that was forcing her to cum she knew another thing. They weren't done with her by a longshot. She was shocked out of her moment of clarity as her ass perked up to accomadate the girth in her.

"Don't mind if I do." He gripped Miranda's wide hips and started to press the rest of his length into her. The Milker sucked harder and faster, pulling the cum right out of her shaft, as it moved to keep attached with her quaking body.

"I'CUuuuhhmin so fuckin ha-AHHH! It won't ...fit...it's splitting..." Everytime she almost put up resitence, the tube pulled another load out of her. The last few inches were giving Largo trouble, so he just forced himself in balls deep. "MY ASS! IT'S SPLI-AAAHH! SPLITTING MY ASS!"

Those were the last coherant words out of Miranda Poundsworth that night. She lifted herself up using the arm restraints with her mouth agape and eyes wide open. She froze like that until the Milker grew impatient and spun as it stroked up and down her length. Her tongue lolled out again as her eyes rolled back. As the machine ran nubs up and down, she thrust weakly a few times reflexively. The audience all got a good view of her orgasming face before her arms gave and she barely braced herself as she pressed into the glass. She managed to heave in one breath before screaming in orgasm once more.

Largo had started pummeling her ass as fast as he could. Her drool was spread liberally on the glass as her head bounced up and down from the pounding she was getting. That face mixed with the swaying rack beneath was too much for some of the audience, who snapped their fingers for a prostitute to come and suck them off. They didn't last long at the sight of the milky jugs pressing rythmically against the glass. Her hole was still fighting against the intruding pole, so the Milker on her cock started to liberally add lube to keep her hips bucking and her ass loose enough for the man fucking it.

She kept moaning and screaming even after her cock came for the sixth time into the mechanical hole. He wasn't the only one pent up afterall. After a few minutes, Largo pulled out all but an inch and raised his arms up and savagely roared. Slamming his hands down onto her ass, she unconsciously tightened up and made a great cocksleeve to set him off. He thrust hard enough that his quadsack made a slapping noise as it hit her soaked pussy. Most balls tighten when they come, but his torturous implants opened and his spunk sack swelled instead. His girth grew in that gripping hole and a firehose like eruption came out of his massive cock.

Mirandas head angled up while pressed against the glass as a final massive climax traveled down her cock in time with his. The camera moved up to see her rolled eyes and tongue stuck straight out. As her insides were blasted with concetrated spunk, her stomach swelled. She convulsed in time with his streams of cum. The machine pulled the final load out of her to loosen her ass as Largo pulled out. The restraints retracted with the machine full of her cum leaving only the leg restraints for a few seconds. 

In that time Largo stepped back to angle his erupting dick at her contorting, sweaty back. His abs spasmed in time with each thick rope of cum that splattered over that canvas. Each blast was easily a gallon as each of his balls started to slowly shrink. After her back was completely plastered, he shoved his convulsing cock into her pussy and gave it three hard thrusts, securing his grip on her hips as the restraints dissapeared into the ground. With the restraints retracted, nothing held her hands up to the glass so they hung limply at her sides and smacked against the glass with each push.

Each thrust in her spasming hole made his balls pump out the cum faster and soon it couldn't hold back the torrent. The thick cum poured joined the seed pouring out of her ass as it streamed down those long legs. He pulled out again and pistoned it between her jizz covered cheeks, spraying her hair until it stuck to the glass. 

When he was down to just one ball left of juice, he grabbed her hair and roughly threw her to the ground tits up. Her legs continure to spasm as he coated her thighs up to her heaving melons in cum. When it seemed to finally slow, he put his knees on either side of her head and squeezed out the thickest, most potent load out of his shaft before it finally softened. He wiped his tip off on her tongue and admired the view for a moment.

He rose, with no small difficulty, to his knees and held his hands up as the buzzer sounded. His cock dripped a mix of juices onto her delerious face as he roared in sated revenge. The screen lit up with his victory as a camera panned across her body slowly. Her glazed tits, twitching deliciously in her aftershocks, heaved up and down as the cum slowly slid down its sides. Her pussy and ass continued to drain of the pearl white jizz into the pool between her legs. Her cock lay limp to the side, cum still dripping out to join the rest.

"I...am absolutly stunned. I never expected something like that." The announcer sounded a little winded.

"Right...right you are john. I cannot wait until the next match. I know they said penalties won't apply to her opponents, but The Creamer fucking her up the ass while she came into the Milker...wow. Why don't we allow fighters to use their opponents on the traps?" A dull shaken head was the only response. Both managed to move there legs enough for the hookers to get out.

The camera zoomed in on Miranda's face, covered in an inch of heavy cream, stared blankly ahead. Her neck shifted slowly as it swallowed the throat yogurt with difficulty so she could breath. A robot came out and grabbed her leg as it slid her through the lube to her changing room, leaving large streaks of white in the translucent mix.

As she was dropped on her rooms bench, still soaked in cum, the camera zoomed in on her face. In the control room for the arena, her white smeared unconscious face took up all the screens. A man in an exceptional suit read over the Addon picked by Largo Splattersmith. With a nod of approval, he uttered a simple word that spelled out Miranda Poundsworth's future.

"More."